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Title: Racketty-Packetty House
Author: Frances H. Burnett
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Racketty-Packetty House, by H. Burnett
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RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE
As told by Queen Crosspatch
By Frances Hodgson Burnett
Author of “Little Lord Fauntleroy”
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With illustrations by Harrison Cady
Now this is the story about the doll family I liked and the doll family I didn’t. When you read it you are to remember something I
am going to tell you. This is it: If you think dolls never do anything you don’t see them do, you are very much mistaken. When people
are not looking at them they can do anything they choose. They can dance and sing and play on the piano and have all sorts of fun. But
they can only move about and talk when people turn their backs and are not looking. If any one looks, they just stop. Fairies know this
and of course Fairies visit in all the dolls’ houses where the dolls are agreeable. They will not associate, though, with dolls who are not
nice. They never call or leave their cards at a dolls’ house where the dolls are proud or bad tempered. They are very particular. If you
are conceited or ill-tempered yourself, you will never know a fairy as long as you live.
Queen Crosspatch.
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RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE
Racketty-Packetty House was in a corner of Cynthia’s nursery. And it was not in the best corner either. It was in the corner
behind the door, and that was not at all a fashionable neighborhood. Racketty-Packetty House had been pushed there to be out of the
way when Tidy Castle was brought in, on Cynthia’s birthday. As soon as she saw Tidy Castle Cynthia did not care for Racketty-
Packetty House and indeed was quite ashamed of it. She thought the corner behind the door quite good enough for such a shabby old
dolls’ house, when there was the beautiful big new one built like a castle and furnished with the most elegant chairs and tables and
carpets and curtains and ornaments and pictures and beds and baths and lamps and book-cases, and with a knocker on the front
door, and a stable with a pony cart in it at the back. The minute she saw it she called out:
“Oh! what a beautiful doll castle! What shall we do with that untidy old Racketty-Packetty House now? It is too shabby and old-
fashioned to stand near it.”
In fact, that was the way in which the old dolls’ house got its name. It had always been called, “The Dolls’ House,” before, but
after that it was pushed into the unfashionable neighborhood behind the door and ever afterwards—when it was spoken of at all—it
was just called Racketty-Packetty House, and nothing else.
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Of course Tidy Castle was grand, and Tidy Castle was new and had all the modern improvements in it, and Racketty-Packetty
House was as old-fashioned as it could be. It had belonged to Cynthia’s Grandmamma and had been made in the days when Queen
Victoria was a little girl, and when there were no electric lights even in Princesses’ dolls’ houses. Cynthia’s Grandmamma had kept it
very neat because she had been a good housekeeper even when she was seven years old. But Cynthia was not a good housekeeper
and she did not re-cover the furniture when it got dingy, or re-paper the walls, or mend the carpets and bedclothes, and she never
thought of such a thing as making new clothes for the doll family, so that of course their early Victorian frocks and capes and bonnets
grew in time to be too shabby for words. You see, when Queen Victoria was a little girl, dolls wore queer frocks and long pantalets
and boy dolls wore funny frilled trousers and coats which it would almost make you laugh to look at.
But the Racketty-Packetty House family had known better days. I and my Fairies had known them when they were quite new
and had been a birthday present just as Tidy Castle was when Cynthia turned eight years old, and there was as much fuss about them
when their house arrived as Cynthia made when she saw Tidy Castle.
Cynthia’s Grandmamma had danced about and clapped her hands with delight, and she had scrambled down upon her knees and
taken the dolls out one by one and thought their clothes beautiful. And she had given each one of them a grand name.
“This one shall be Amelia,” she said. “And this one is Charlotte, and this is Victoria Leopoldina, and this one Aurelia Matilda, and
this one Leontine, and this one Clotilda, and these boys shall be Augustus and Rowland and Vincent and Charles Edward Stuart.”
For a long time they led a very gay and fashionable life. They had parties and balls and were presented at Court and went to
Royal Christenings and Weddings and were married themselves and had families and scarlet fever and whooping cough and funerals
and every luxury. But that was long, long ago, and now all was changed. Their house had grown shabbier and shabbier, and their
clothes had grown simply awful; and Aurelia Matilda and Victoria Leopoldina had been broken to bits and thrown into the dust-bin,
and Leontine—who had really been the beauty of the family—had been dragged out on the hearth rug one night and had had nearly all
her paint licked off and a leg chewed up by a Newfoundland puppy, so that she was a sight to behold. As for the boys; Rowland and
Vincent had quite disappeared, and Charlotte and Amelia always believed they had run away to seek their fortunes, because things
were in such a state at home. So the only ones who were left were Clotilda and Amelia and Charlotte and poor Leontine and Augustus
and Charles Edward Stuart. Even they had their names changed.
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After Leontine had had her paint licked off so that her head had white bald spots on it and she had scarcely any features, a boy
cousin of Cynthia’s had put a bright red spot on each cheek and painted her a turned up nose and round saucer blue eyes and a
comical mouth. He and Cynthia had called her, “Ridiklis” instead of Leontine, and she had been called that ever since. All the dolls
were jointed Dutch dolls, so it was easy to paint any kind of features on them and stick out their arms and legs in any way you liked,
and Leontine did look funny after Cynthia’s cousin had finished. She certainly was not a beauty but her turned up nose and her round
eyes and funny mouth always seemed to be laughing so she really was the most good-natured looking creature you ever saw.
Charlotte and Amelia, Cynthia had called Meg and Peg, and Clotilda she called Kilmanskeg, and Augustus she called Gustibus,
and Charles Edward Stuart was nothing but Peter Piper. So that was the end of their grand names.
The truth was, they went through all sorts of things, and if they had not been such a jolly lot of dolls they might have had fits and
appendicitis and died of grief. But not a bit of it. If you will believe it, they got fun out of everything. They used to just scream with
laughter over the new names, and they laughed so much over them that they got quite fond of them. When Meg’s pink silk flounces
were torn she pinned them up and didn’t mind in the least, and when Peg’s lace mantilla was played with by a kitten and brought back
to her in rags and tags, she just put a few stitches in it and put it on again; and when Peter Piper lost almost the whole leg of one of his
trousers he just laughed and said it made it easier for him to kick about and turn somersaults and he wished the other leg would tear off
too.
You never saw a family have such fun. They could make up stories and pretend things and invent games out of nothing. And my
Fairies were so fond of them that I couldn’t keep them away from the dolls’ house. They would go and have fun with Meg and Peg
and Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter Piper, even when I had work for them to do in Fairyland. But there, I was so fond of that
shabby disrespectable family myself that I never would scold much about them, and I often went to see them. That is how I know so
much about them. They were so fond of each other and so good-natured and always in such spirits that everybody who knew them
was fond of them. And it was really only Cynthia who didn’t know them and thought them only a lot of old disreputable looking Dutch
dolls—and Dutch dolls were quite out of fashion. The truth was that Cynthia was not a particularly nice little girl, and did not care much
for anything unless it was quite new. But the kitten who had torn the lace mantilla got to know the family and simply loved them all, and
the Newfoundland puppy was so sorry about Leontine’s paint and her left leg, that he could never do enough to make up. He wanted
to marry Leontine as soon as he grew old enough to wear a collar, but Leontine said she would never desert her family; because now
that she wasn’t the beauty any more she became the useful one, and did all the kitchen work, and sat up and made poultices and beef
tea when any of the rest were ill. And the Newfoundland puppy saw she was right, for the whole family simply adored Ridiklis and
could not possibly have done without her. Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg could have married any minute if they had liked. There were
two cock sparrows and a gentleman mouse, who proposed to them over and over again. They all three said they did not want
fashionable wives but cheerful dispositions and a happy, home. But Meg and Peg were like Ridiklis and could not bear to leave their
families—besides not wanting to live in nests, and hatch eggs—and Kilmanskeg said she would die of a broken heart if she could not
be with Ridiklis, and Ridiklis did not like cheese and crumbs and mousy things, so they could never live together in a mouse hole. But
neither the gentleman mouse nor the sparrows were offended because the news was broken to them so sweetly and they went on
visiting just as before. Everything was as shabby and disrespectable and as gay and happy as it could be until Tidy Castle was brought
into the nursery and then the whole family had rather a fright.
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It happened in this way:
When the dolls’ house was lifted by the nurse and carried into the corner behind the door, of course it was rather an exciting and
shaky thing for Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter Piper (Ridiklis was out shopping). The furniture tumbled about
and everybody had to hold on to anything they could catch hold of. As it was, Kilmanskeg slid under a table and Peter Piper sat down
in the coal-box; but notwithstanding all this, they did not lose their tempers and when the nurse sat their house down on the floor with a
bump, they all got up and began to laugh. Then they ran and peeped out of the windows and then they ran back and laughed again.
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“Well,” said Peter Piper, “we have been called Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter Piper instead of our grand
names, and now we live in a place called Racketty-Packetty House. Who cares! Let’s join hands and have a dance.”
And they joined hands and danced round and round and kicked up their heels, and their rags and tatters flew about and they
laughed until they fell down; one on top of the other.
It was just at this minute that Ridiklis came back. The nurse had found her under a chair and stuck her in through a window. She
sat on the drawing-room sofa which had holes in its covering and the stuffing coming out, and her one whole leg stuck out straight in
front of her, and her bonnet and shawl were on one side and her basket was on her left arm full of things she had got cheap at market.
She was out of breath and rather pale through being lifted up and swished through the air so suddenly, but her saucer eyes and her
funny mouth looked as cheerful as ever.
“Good gracious, if you knew what I have just heard!” she said. They all scrambled up and called out together.
“Hello! What is it?”
“The nurse said the most awful thing,” she answered them. “When Cynthia asked what she should do with this old Racketty-
Packetty House, she said, ‘Oh! I’ll put it behind the door for the present and then it shall be carried down-stairs and burned. It’s too
disgraceful to be kept in any decent nursery.’”
“Oh!” cried out Peter Piper.
“Oh!” said Gustibus.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” said Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg. “Will they burn our dear old shabby house? Do you think they will?” And
actually tears began to run down their cheeks.
Peter Piper sat down on the floor all at once with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“I don’t care how shabby it is,” he said. “It’s a jolly nice old place and it’s the only house we’ve ever had.”
“I never want to have any other,” said Meg.
Gustibus leaned against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“I wouldn’t move if I was made King of England,” he said. “Buckingham Palace wouldn’t be half as nice.”
“We’ve had such fun here,” said Peg. And Kilmanskeg shook her head from side to side and wiped her eyes on her ragged
pocket-handkerchief. There is no knowing what would have happened to them if Peter Piper hadn’t cheered up as he always did.
“I say,” he said, “do you hear that noise?” They all listened and heard a rumbling. Peter Piper ran to the window and looked out
and then ran back grinning.
“It’s the nurse rolling up the arm-chair before the house to hide it, so that it won’t disgrace the castle. Hooray! Hooray! If they
don’t see us they will forget all about us and we shall not be burned up at all. Our nice old Racketty-Packetty House will be left alone
and we can enjoy ourselves more than ever—because we sha’n’t be bothered with Cynthia—Hello! let’s all join hands and have a
dance.”
So they all joined hands and danced round in a ring again and they were so relieved that they laughed and laughed until they all
tumbled down in a heap just as they had done before, and rolled about giggling and squealing. It certainly seemed as if they were quite
safe for some time at least. The big easy chair hid them and both the nurse and Cynthia seemed to forget that there was such a thing as
a Racketty-Packetty House in the neighborhood. Cynthia was so delighted with Tidy Castle that she played with nothing else for days
and days. And instead of being jealous of their grand neighbors the Racketty-Packetty House people began to get all sorts of fun out
of watching them from their own windows. Several of their windows were broken and some had rags and paper stuffed into the
broken panes, but Meg and Peg and Peter Piper would go and peep out of one, and Gustibus and Kilmanskeg would peep out of
another, and Ridiklis could scarcely get her dishes washed and her potatoes pared because she could see the Castle kitchen from her
scullery window. It was so exciting!
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The Castle dolls were grand beyond words, and they were all lords and ladies. These were their names. There was Lady
Gwendolen Vere de Vere. She was haughty and had dark eyes and hair and carried her head thrown back and her nose in the air.
There was Lady Muriel Vere de Vere, and she was cold and lovely and indifferent and looked down the bridge of her delicate nose.
And there was Lady Doris, who had fluffy golden hair and laughed mockingly at everybody. And there was Lord Hubert and Lord
Rupert and Lord Francis, who were all handsome enough to make you feel as if you could faint. And there was their mother, the
Duchess of Tidyshire; and of course there were all sorts of maids and footmen and cooks and scullery maids and even gardeners.
“We never thought of living to see such grand society,” said Peter Piper to his brother and sisters. “It’s quite a kind of blessing.”
“It’s almost like being grand ourselves, just to be able to watch them,” said Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg, squeezing together
and flattening their noses against the attic windows.
They could see bits of the sumptuous white and gold drawing-room with the Duchess sitting reading near the fire, her golden
glasses upon her nose, and Lady Gwendolen playing haughtily upon the harp, and Lady Muriel coldly listening to her. Lady Doris was
having her golden hair dressed by her maid in her bed-room and Lord Hubert was reading the newspaper with a high-bred air, while
Lord Francis was writing letters to noblemen of his acquaintance, and Lord Rupert was—in an aristocratic manner—glancing over his
love letters from ladies of title.
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Kilmanskeg and Peter Piper just pinched each other with glee and squealed with delight.
“Isn’t it fun,” said Peter Piper. “I say; aren’t they awful swells! But Lord Francis can’t kick about in his trousers as I can in mine,
and neither can the others. I’ll like to see them try to do this,”— and he turned three summersaults in the middle of the room and stood
on his head on the biggest hole in the carpet—and wiggled his legs and wiggled his toes at them until they shouted so with laughing that
Ridiklis ran in with a saucepan in her hand and perspiration on her forehead, because she was cooking turnips, which was all they had
for dinner.
“You mustn’t laugh so loud,” she cried out. “If we make so much noise the Tidy Castle people will begin to complain of this being
a low neighborhood and they might insist on moving away.”
“Oh! scrump!” said Peter Piper, who sometimes invented doll slang— though there wasn’t really a bit of harm in him. “I wouldn’t
have them move away for anything. They are meat and drink to me.”
“They are going to have a dinner of ten courses,” sighed Ridiklis, “I can see them cooking it from my scullery window. And I
have nothing but turnips to give you.”
“Who cares!” said Peter Piper, “Let’s have ten courses of turnips and pretend each course is exactly like the one they are having
at the Castle.”
“I like turnips almost better than anything—almost—perhaps not quite,” said Gustibus. “I can eat ten courses of turnips like a
shot.”
“Let’s go and find out what their courses are,” said Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg, “and then we will write a menu on a piece of
pink tissue paper.”
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And if you’ll believe it, that was what they did. They divided their turnips into ten courses and they called the first one—“Hors
d’oeuvres,” and the last one “Ices,” with a French name, and Peter Piper kept jumping up from the table and pretending he was a
footman and flourishing about in his flapping rags of trousers and announcing the names of the dishes in such a grand way that they
laughed till they nearly died, and said they never had had such a splendid dinner in their lives, and that they would rather live behind the
door and watch the Tidy Castle people than be the Tidy Castle people themselves.
And then of course they all joined hands and danced round and round and kicked up their heels for joy, because they always did
that whenever there was the least excuse for it—and quite often when there wasn’t any at all, just because it was such good exercise
and worked off their high spirits so that they could settle down for a while.
This was the way things went on day after day. They almost lived at their windows. They watched the Tidy Castle family get up
and be dressed by their maids and valets in different clothes almost every day. They saw them drive out in their carriages, and have
parties, and go to balls. They all nearly had brain fever with delight the day they watched Lady Gwendolen and Lady Muriel and Lady
Doris, dressed in their Court trains and feathers, going to be presented at the first Drawing-Room.
After the lovely creatures had gone the whole family sat down in a circle round the Racketty-Packetty House library fire, and
Ridiklis read aloud to them about Drawing-Rooms, out of a scrap of the Lady’s Pictorial she had found, and after that they had a
Court Drawing-Room of their own, and they made tissue-paper trains and glass bead crowns for diamond tiaras, and sometimes
Gustibus pretended to be the Royal family, and the others were presented to him and kissed his hand, and then the others took turns
and he was presented. And suddenly the most delightful thing occurred to Peter Piper. He thought it would be rather nice to make
them all into lords and ladies and he did it by touching them on the shoulder with the drawing-room poker which he straightened
because it was so crooked that it was almost bent double. It is not exactly the way such things are done at Court, but Peter Piper
thought it would do— and at any rate it was great fun. So he made them all kneel down in a row and he touched each on the shoulder
with the poker and said:
“Rise up, Lady Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg and Lady Ridiklis of Racketty-Packetty House-and also the Right
Honorable Lord Gustibus Rags!” And they all jumped up at once and made bows and curtsied to each other. But they made Peter
Piper into a Duke, and he was called the Duke of Tags. He knelt down on the big hole in the carpet and each one of them gave him a
little thump on the shoulder with the poker, because it took more thumps to make a Duke than a common or garden Lord.
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The day after this another much more exciting thing took place. The nurse was in a bad temper and when she was tidying the
nursery she pushed the easy chair aside and saw Racketty-Packetty House.
“Oh!” she said, “there is that Racketty-Packetty old thing still. I had forgotten it. It must be carried down-stairs and burned. I will
go and tell one of the footmen to come for it.”
Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg were in their attic and they all rushed out in such a hurry to get down-stairs that they rolled all the
way down the staircase, and Peter Piper and Gustibus had to dart out of the drawing-room and pick them up, Ridiklis came staggering
up from the kitchen quite out of breath.
“Oh! our house is going to be burned! Our house is going to be burned!” cried Meg and Peg clutching their brothers.
“Let us go and throw ourselves out of the window!” cried Kilmanskeg.
“I don’t see how they can have the heart to burn a person’s home!” said Ridiklis, wiping her eyes with her kitchen duster.
Peter Piper was rather pale, but he was extremely brave and remembered that he was the head of the family.
“Now, Lady Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg,” he said, “let us all keep cool.”
“We shan’t keep cool when they set our house on fire,” said Gustibus. Peter Piper just snapped his fingers.
“Pooh!” he said. “We are only made of wood and it won’t hurt a bit. We shall just snap and crackle and go off almost like
fireworks and then we shall be ashes and fly away into the air and see all sorts of things. Perhaps it may be more fun than anything we
have done yet.”
“But our nice old house! Our nice old Racketty-Packetty House,” said Ridiklis. “I do so love it. The kitchen is so convenient—
even though the oven won’t bake any more.”
And things looked most serious because the nurse really was beginning to push the arm-chair away. But it would not move and I
will tell you why. One of my Fairies, who had come down the chimney when they were talking, had called me and I had come in a
second with a whole army of my Workers, and though the nurse couldn’t see them, they were all holding the chair tight down on the
carpet so that it would not stir.
And I—Queen Crosspatch—myself—flew downstairs and made the footman remember that minute that a box had come for
Cynthia and that he must take it upstairs to her nursery. If I had not been on the spot he would have forgotten it until it was too late.
But just in the very nick of time up he came, and Cynthia sprang up as soon as she saw him.
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“Oh!” she cried out, “It must be the doll who broke her little leg and was sent to the hospital. It must be Lady Patsy.”
And she opened the box and gave a little scream of joy for there lay Lady Patsy (her whole name was Patricia) in a lace-frilled
nightgown, with her lovely leg in bandages and a pair of tiny crutches and a trained nurse by her side.
That was how I saved them that time. There was such excitement over Lady Patsy and her little crutches and her nurse that
nothing else was thought of and my Fairies pushed the arm-chair back and Racketty-Packetty House was hidden and forgotten once
more.
The whole Racketty-Packetty family gave a great gasp of joy and sat down in a ring all at once, on the floor, mopping their
foreheads with anything they could get hold of. Peter Piper used an antimacassar.
“Oh! we are obliged to you, Queen B-bell—Patch,” he panted out, “But these alarms of fire are upsetting.”
“You leave them to me,” I said, “and I’ll attend to them. Tip!” I commanded the Fairy nearest me. “You will have to stay about
here and be ready to give the alarm when anything threatens to happen.” And I flew away, feeling I had done a good morning’s work.
Well, that was the beginning of a great many things, and many of them were connected with Lady Patsy; and but for me there
might have been unpleasantness.
Of course the Racketty-Packetty dolls forgot about their fright directly, and began to enjoy themselves again as usual. That was
their way. They never sat up all night with Trouble, Peter Piper used to say. And I told him they were quite right. If you make a fuss
over trouble and put it to bed and nurse it and give it beef tea and gruel, you can never get rid of it.
Their great delight now was Lady Patsy. They thought she was prettier than any of the other Tidy Castle dolls. She neither turned
her nose up, nor looked down the bridge of it, nor laughed mockingly. She had dimples in the corners of her mouth and long curly
lashes and her nose was saucy and her eyes were bright and full of laughs.
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“She’s the clever one of the family,” said Peter Piper. “I am sure of that.”
She was treated as an invalid at first, of course, and kept in her room; but they could see her sitting up in her frilled nightgown.
After a few days she was carried to a soft chair lay the window and there she used to sit and look out; and the Racketty-Packetty
House dolls crowded round their window and adored her.
After a few days, they noticed that Peter Piper was often missing and one morning Ridiklis went up into the attic and found him
sitting at a window all by himself and staring and staring.
“Oh! Duke,” she said (you see they always tried to remember each other’s titles). “Dear me, Duke, what are you doing here?”
“I am looking at her,” he answered. “I’m in love. I fell in love with her the minute Cynthia took her out of her box. I am going to
marry her.”
“But she’s a lady of high degree,” said Ridiklis quite alarmed.
“That’s why she’ll have me,” said Peter Piper in his most cheerful manner. “Ladies of high degree always marry the good looking
ones in rags and tatters. If I had a whole suit of clothes on, she wouldn’t look at me. I’m very good-looking, you know,” and he turned
round and winked at Ridiklis in such a delightful saucy way that she suddenly felt as if he was very good-looking, though she had not
thought of it before.
“Hello,” he said all at once. “I’ve just thought of something to attract her attention. Where’s the ball of string?”
Cynthia’s kitten had made them a present of a ball of string which had been most useful. Ridiklis ran and got it, and all the others
came running upstairs to see what Peter Piper was going to do. They all were delighted to hear he had fallen in love with the lovely,
funny Lady Patsy. They found him standing in the middle of the attic unrolling the ball of string.
“What are you going to do, Duke?” they all shouted.
“Just you watch,” he said, and he began to make the string into a rope ladder—as fast as lightning. When he had finished it, he
fastened one end of it to a beam and swung the other end out of the window.
“From her window,” he said, “she can see Racketty-Packetty House and I’ll tell you something. She’s always looking at it. She
watches us as much as we watch her, and I have seen her giggling and giggling when we were having fun. Yesterday when I chased
Lady Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg round and round the front of the house and turned summersaults every five steps, she
laughed until she had to stuff her handkerchief into her mouth. When we joined hands and danced and laughed until we fell in heaps I
thought she was going to have a kind of rosy-dimpled, lovely little fit, she giggled so. If I run down the side of the house on this rope
ladder it will attract her attention and then I shall begin to do things.”
He ran down the ladder and that very minute they saw Lady Patsy at her window give a start and lean forward to look. They all
crowded round their window and chuckled and chuckled as they watched him.
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He turned three stately summersaults and stood on his feet and made a cheerful bow. The Racketty-Packettys saw Lady Patsy
begin to giggle that minute. Then he took an antimacassar out of his pocket and fastened it round the edge of his torn trousers leg, as if
it were lace trimming and began to walk about like a Duke—with his arms folded on his chest and his ragged old hat cocked on one
side over his ear. Then the Racketty-Packettys saw Lady Patsy begin to laugh. Then Peter Piper stood on his head and kissed his
hand and Lady Patsy covered her face and rocked backwards and forwards in her chair laughing and laughing.
Then he struck an attitude with his tattered leg put forward gracefully and he pretended he had a guitar and he sang right up at her
window.
“From Racketty-Packetty House I come, It stands, dear Lady, in a slum, A low, low slum behind the door The stout arm-chair is
placed before, (Just take a look at it, my Lady).
“The house itself is a perfect sight, And everybody’s dressed like a perfect fright, But no one cares a single jot And each one
giggles over his lot, (And as for me, I’m in love with you).
“I can’t make up another verse, And if I did it would be worse, But I could stand and sing all day, If I could think of things to say,
(But the fact is I just wanted to make you look at me).”
And then he danced such a lively jig that his rags and tags flew about him, and then he made another bow and kissed his hand
again and ran up the ladder like a flash and jumped into the attic.
After that Lady Patsy sat at her window all the time and would not let the trained nurse put her to bed at all; and Lady
Gwendolen and Lady Muriel and Lady Doris could not understand it. Once Lady Gwendolen said haughtily and disdainfully and
scornfully and scathingly:
“If you sit there so much, those low Racketty-Packetty House people will think you are looking at them.”
“I am,” said Lady Patsy, showing all her dimples at once. “They are such fun.”
And Lady Gwendolen swooned haughtily away, and the trained nurse could scarcely restore her.
When the castle dolls drove out or walked in their garden, the instant they caught sight of one of the Racketty-Packettys they
turned up their noses and sniffed aloud, and several times the Duchess said she would remove because the neighborhood was
absolutely low. They all scorned the Racketty-Packettys—they just scorned them.
One moonlight night Lady Patsy was sitting at her window and she heard a whistle in the garden. When she peeped out carefully,
there stood Peter Piper waving his ragged cap at her, and he had his rope ladder under his arm.
“Hello,” he whispered as loud as he could. “Could you catch a bit of rope if I threw it up to you?”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Then catch this,” he whispered again and he threw up the end of a string and she caught it the first throw. It was fastened to the
rope ladder.
“Now pull,” he said.
She pulled and pulled until the rope ladder reached her window and then she fastened that to a hook under the sill and the first
thing that happened—just like lightning—was that Peter Piper ran up the ladder and leaned over her window ledge.
“Will you marry me,” he said. “I haven’t anything to give you to eat and I am as ragged as a scarecrow, but will you?”
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She clapped her little hands.
“I eat very little,” she said. “And I would do without anything at all, if I could live in your funny old shabby house.”
“It is a ridiculous, tumbled-down old barn, isn’t it?” he said. “But every one of us is as nice as we can be. We are perfect Turkish
Delights. It’s laughing that does it. Would you like to come down the ladder and see what a jolly, shabby old hole the place is?”
“Oh! do take me,” said Lady Patsy.
So he helped her down the ladder and took her under the armchair and into Racketty-Packetty House and Meg and Peg and
Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus all crowded round her and gave little screams of joy at the sight of her.
They were afraid to kiss her at first, even though she was engaged to Peter Piper. She was so pretty and her frock had so much
lace on it that they were afraid their old rags might spoil her. But she did not care about her lace and flew at them and kissed and
hugged them every one.
“I have so wanted to come here,” she said. “It’s so dull at the Castle I had to break my leg just to get a change. The Duchess sits
reading near the fire with her gold eye-glasses on her nose and Lady Gwendolen plays haughtily on the harp and Lady Muriel coldly
listens to her, and Lady Doris is always laughing mockingly, and Lord Hubert reads the newspaper with a high-bred air, and Lord
Francis writes letters to noblemen of his acquaintance, and Lord Rupert glances over his love letters from ladies of title, in an
aristocratic manner—until I could scream. Just to see you dears dancing about in your rags and tags and laughing and inventing games
as if you didn’t mind anything, is such a relief.”
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She nearly laughed her little curly head off when they all went round the house with her, and Peter Piper showed her the holes in
the carpet and the stuffing coming out of the sofas, and the feathers out of the beds, and the legs tumbling off the chairs. She had never
seen anything like it before.
“At the Castle, nothing is funny at all,” she said. “And nothing ever sticks out or hangs down or tumbles off. It is so plain and
new.”
“But I think we ought to tell her, Duke,” Ridiklis said. “We may have our house burned over our heads any day.” She really
stopped laughing for a whole minute when she heard that, but she was rather like Peter Piper in disposition and she said almost
immediately.
“Oh! they’ll never do it. They’ve forgotten you.” And Peter Piper said:
“Don’t let’s think of it. Let’s all join hands and dance round and round and kick up our heels and laugh as hard as ever we can.”
And they did—and Lady Patsy laughed harder than any one else. After that she was always stealing away from Tidy Castle and
coming in and having fun. Sometimes she stayed all night and slept with Meg and Peg and everybody invented new games and stories
and they really never went to bed until daylight. But the Castle dolls grew more and more scornful every day, and tossed their heads
higher and higher and sniffed louder and louder until it sounded as if they all had influenza. They never lost an opportunity of saying
disdainful things and once the Duchess wrote a letter to Cynthia, saying that she insisted on removing to a decent neighborhood. She
laid the letter in her desk but the gentleman mouse came in the night and carried it away. So Cynthia never saw it and I don’t believe
she could have read it if she had seen it because the Duchess wrote very badly—even for a doll.
And then what do you suppose happened? One morning Cynthia began to play that all the Tidy Castle dolls had scarlet fever.
She said it had broken out in the night and she undressed them all and put them into bed and gave them medicine. She could not find
Lady Patsy, so she escaped the contagion. The truth was that Lady Patsy had stayed all night at Racketty-Packetty House, where they
were giving an imitation Court Ball with Peter Piper in a tin crown, and shavings for supper—because they had nothing else, and in fact
the gentleman mouse had brought the shavings from his nest as a present.
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Cynthia played nearly all day and the Duchess and Lady Gwendolen and Lady Muriel and Lady Doris and Lord Hubert and
Lord Francis and Lord Rupert got worse and worse.
By evening they were all raging in delirium and Lord Francis and Lady Gwendolen had strong mustard plasters on their chests.
And right in the middle of their agony Cynthia suddenly got up and went away and left them to their fate—just as if it didn’t matter in
the least. Well in the middle of the night Meg and Peg and Lady Patsy wakened all at once.
“Do you hear a noise?” said Meg, lifting her head from her ragged old pillow.
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“Yes, I do,” said Peg, sitting up and holding her ragged old blanket up to her chin.
Lady Patsy jumped up with feathers sticking up all over her hair, because they had come out of the holes in the ragged old bed.
She ran to the window and listened.
“Oh! Meg and Peg!” she cried out. “It comes from the Castle. Cynthia has left them all raving in delirium and they are all shouting
and groaning and screaming.”
Meg and Peg jumped up too.
“Let’s go and call Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter Piper,” they said, and they rushed to the staircase and met
Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter Piper coming scrambling up panting because the noise had wakened them as well.
They were all over at Tidy Castle in a minute. They just tumbled over each other to get there—the kind-hearted things. The
servants were every one fast asleep, though the noise was awful. The loudest groans came from Lady Gwendolen and Lord Francis
because their mustard plasters were blistering them frightfully.
Ridiklis took charge, because she was the one who knew most about illness. She sent Gustibus to waken the servants and then
ordered hot water and cold water, and ice, and brandy, and poultices, and shook the trained nurse for not attending to her business—
and took off the mustard plasters and gave gruel and broth and cough syrup and castor oil and ipecacuanha, and everyone of the
Racketty-Packettys massaged, and soothed, and patted, and put wet cloths on heads, until the fever was gone and the Castle dolls all
lay back on their pillows pale and weak, but smiling faintly at every Racketty-Packetty they saw, instead of turning up their noses and
tossing their heads and sniffing loudly, and just scorning them.
Lady Gwendolen spoke first and instead of being haughty and disdainful, she was as humble as a new-born kitten.
“Oh! you dear, shabby, disrespectable, darling things!” she said. “Never, never, will I scorn you again. Never, never!”
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“That’s right!” said Peter Piper in his cheerful, rather slangy way. “You take my tip-never you scorn any one again. It’s a mistake.
Just you watch me stand on my head. It’ll cheer you up.”
And he turned six summersaults—just like lightning—and stood on his head and wiggled his ragged legs at them until suddenly
they heard a snort from one of the beds and it was Lord Hubert beginning to laugh and then Lord Francis laughed and then Lord
Hubert shouted, and then Lady Doris squealed, and Lady Muriel screamed, and Lady Gwendolen and the Duchess rolled over and
over in their beds, laughing as if they would have fits.
“Oh! you delightful, funny, shabby old loves!” Lady Gwendolen kept saying. “To think that we scorned you.”
“They’ll be all right after this,” said Peter Piper. “There’s nothing cures scarlet fever like cheering up. Let’s all join hands and
dance round and round once for them before we go back to bed. It’ll throw them into a nice light perspiration and they’ll drop off and
sleep like tops.” And they did it, and before they had finished, the whole lot of them were perspiring gently and snoring as softly as
lambs.
When they went back to Racketty-Packetty House they talked a good deal about Cynthia and wondered and wondered why she
had left her scarlet fever so suddenly. And at last Ridiklis made up her mind to tell them something she had heard.
“The Duchess told me,” she said, rather slowly because it was bad news—“The Duchess said that Cynthia went away because
her Mama had sent for her—and her Mama had sent for her to tell her that a little girl princess is coming to see her to-morrow.
Cynthia’s Mama used to be a maid of honor to the Queen and that’s why the little girl Princess is coming. The Duchess said—” and
here Ridiklis spoke very slowly indeed, “that the nurse was so excited she said she did not know whether she stood on her head or her
heels, and she must tidy up the nursery and have that Racketty-Packetty old dolls’ house carried down stairs and burned, early to-
morrow morning. That’s what the Duchess said—”
Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg clutched at their hearts and gasped and Gustibus groaned and Lady Patsy caught Peter Piper by
the arm to keep from falling. Peter Piper gulped—and then he had a sudden cheerful thought.
“Perhaps she was raving in delirium,” he said.
“No, she wasn’t,” said Ridiklis shaking her head, “I had just given her hot water and cold, and gruel, and broth, and castor oil,
and ipecacuanha and put ice almost all over her. She was as sensible as any of us. To-morrow morning we shall not have a house over
our heads,” and she put her ragged old apron over her face and cried.
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“If she wasn’t raving in delirium,” said Peter Piper, “we shall not have any heads. You had better go back to the Castle tonight,
Patsy. Racketty-Packetty House is no place for you.”
Then Lady Patsy drew herself up so straight that she nearly fell over backwards.
“I—will—never—leave you!” she said, and Peter Piper couldn’t make her.
You can just imagine what a doleful night it was. They went all over the house together and looked at every hole in the carpet and
every piece of stuffing sticking out of the dear old shabby sofas, and every broken window and chair leg and table and ragged blanket
— and the tears ran down their faces for the first time in their lives. About six o’clock in the morning Peter Piper made a last effort.
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“Let’s all join hands in a circle,” he said quite faintly, “and dance round and round once more.”
But it was no use. When they joined hands they could not dance, and when they found they could not dance they all tumbled
down in a heap and cried instead of laughing and Lady Patsy lay with her arms round Peter Piper’s neck.
Now here is where I come in again—Queen Crosspatch—who is telling you this story. I always come in just at the nick of time
when people like the Racketty-Packettys are in trouble. I walked in at seven o’clock.
“Get up off the floor,” I said to them all and they got up and stared at me. They actually thought I did not know what had
happened.
“A little girl Princess is coming this morning,” said Peter Piper, and our house is going to be burned over our heads. This is the
end of Racketty-Packetty House.”
“No, it isn’t!” I said. “You leave this to me. I told the Princess to come here, though she doesn’t know it in the least.”
A whole army of my Working Fairies began to swarm in at the nursery window. The nurse was working very hard to put things in
order and she had not sense enough to see Fairies at all. So she did not see mine, though there were hundreds of them. As soon as she
made one corner tidy, they ran after her and made it untidy. They held her back by her dress and hung and swung on her apron until
she could scarcely move and kept wondering why she was so slow. She could not make the nursery tidy and she was so flurried she
forgot all about Racketty-Packetty House again—especially as my Working Fairies pushed the arm-chair close up to it so that it was
quite hidden. And there it was when the little girl Princess came with her Ladies in Waiting. My fairies had only just allowed the nurse
to finish the nursery.
Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter Piper and Lady Patsy were huddled up together looking out
of one window. They could not bear to be parted. I sat on the arm of the big chair and ordered my Working Fairies to stand ready to
obey me the instant I spoke.
The Princess was a nice child and was very polite to Cynthia when she showed her all her dolls, and last but not least, Tidy
Castle itself. She looked at all the rooms and the furniture and said polite and admiring things about each of them. But Cynthia realized
that she was not so much interested in it as she had thought she would be. The fact was that the Princess had so many grand dolls’
houses in her palace that Tidy Castle did not surprise her at all. It was just when Cynthia was finding this out that I gave the order to
my Working Fairies.
“Push the arm-chair away,” I commanded; “very slowly, so that no one will know it is being moved.”
So they moved it away—very, very slowly and no one saw that it had stirred. But the next minute the little girl Princess gave a
delightful start.
“Oh! what is that!” she cried out, hurrying towards the unfashionable neighborhood behind the door.
Cynthia blushed all over and the nurse actually turned pale. The Racketty-Packettys tumbled down in a heap beneath their
window and began to say their prayers very fast.
“It is only a shabby old doll’s house, your Highness,” Cynthia stammered out. “It belonged to my Grandmamma, and it ought not
to be in the nursery. I thought you had had it burned, Nurse!”
“Burned!” the little girl Princess cried out in the most shocked way. “Why if it was mine, I wouldn’t have it burned for worlds!
Oh! please push the chair away and let me look at it. There are no doll’s houses like it anywhere in these days.” And when the arm-
chair was pushed aside she scrambled down on to her knees just as if she was not a little girl Princess at all.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she said. “How funny and dear! What a darling old doll’s house. It is shabby and wants mending, of course, but it
is almost exactly like one my Grandmamma had—she kept it among her treasures and only let me look at it as a great, great treat.”
Cynthia gave a gasp, for the little girl Princess’s Grandmamma had been the Queen and people had knelt down and kissed her
hand and had been obliged to go out of the room backwards before her.
The little girl Princess was simply filled with joy. She picked up Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter Piper as if
they had been really a Queen’s dolls.
“Oh! the darling dears,” she said. “Look at their nice, queer faces and their funny clothes. Just—just like Grandmamma’s dollies’
clothes. Only these poor things do so want new ones. Oh! how I should like to dress them again just as they used to be dressed, and
have the house all made just as it used to be when it was new.”
“That old Racketty-Packetty House,” said Cynthia, losing her breath.
“If it were mine I should make it just like Grandmamma’s and I should love it more than any doll’s house I have. I never—never
— never—saw anything as nice and laughing and good natured as these dolls’ faces. They look as if they had been having fun ever
since they were born. Oh! if you were to burn them and their home I—I could never forgive you!”
“I never—never—will,—your Highness,” stammered Cynthia, quite overwhelmed. Suddenly she started forward.
“Why, there is the lost doll!” she cried out. “There is Lady Patsy. How did she get into Racketty-Packetty House?”
“Perhaps she went there to see them because they were so poor and shabby,” said the little girl Princess. “Perhaps she likes this
one,” and she pointed to Peter Piper. “Do you know when I picked him up their arms were about each other. Please let her stay with
him. Oh!” she cried out the next instant and jumped a little. “I felt as if the boy one kicked his leg.”
And it was actually true, because Peter Piper could not help it and he had kicked out his ragged leg for joy. He had to be very
careful not to kick any more when he heard what happened next.
As the Princess liked Racketty-Packetty House so much, Cynthia gave it to her for a present—and the Princess was really happy
—and before she went away she made a little speech to the whole Racketty-Packetty family, whom she had set all in a row in the
ragged old, dear old, shabby old drawing-room where they had had so much fun.
“You are going to come and live with me, funny, good-natured loves,” she said. “And you shall all be dressed beautifully again
and your house shall be mended and papered and painted and made as lovely as ever it was. And I am going to like you better than all
my other dolls’ houses—just as Grandmamma said she liked hers.” And then she was gone.
And every bit of it came true. Racketty-Packetty House was carried to a splendid Nursery in a Palace, and Meg and Peg and
Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter Piper were made so gorgeous that if they had not been so nice they would have
grown proud. But they didn’t. They only grew jollier and jollier and Peter Piper married Lady Patsy, and Ridiklis’s left leg was mended
and she was painted into a beauty again—but she always remained the useful one. And the dolls in the other dolls’ houses used to
make deep curtsies when a Racketty-Packetty House doll passed them, and Peter Piper could scarcely stand it because it always
made him want to stand on his head and laugh—and so when they were curtsied at— because they were related to the Royal Dolls
House—they...
